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May 2012

Hello, Summer

"You know you will have seven kids at home all day, every day pretty soon?"  Mom Dot, always the eternal optimist, said to me not too long ago.
I responded with the truth:  I love summer.  I love everything about it.   Scheduled activities slow to a crawl with Sunday morning church practically the only commitment on the calendar.  Longer days mean later afternoons at the beach which beg for quick, easy dinners.  And late nights mean later mornings (the kids, that is--I am up early for some solitude.

All the Difference

Silas has had four good days at school this week.  In a row.
When I told him today how proud I was of him as we pulled away from the school, his response surprised me.  "Jesus took all the badness away and put in His goodness." 
His words were confirmed by Captain Fun when we got home.  Silas wanted to pray a few nights ago, he said,  to trust Christ as his savior.  Perhaps he heard something that stirred him at church, or maybe at home during family devotions.


In all my years of mothering, I have found that guilt is not always a bad thing.  Once in a while, guilt compels me to put down the broom and pick up a Barbie to play with Dorothy.  And when we lived in the snowy northeast, guilt (and Captain Fun) would coax me outside to play in the snow ( see ).  But guilt shouldn't be permitted to constantly haunt us moms who are doing our level best to parent on purpose.

Fire? What Fire?

I awakened well before dawn one morning when we still lived in that wonderful house in NY (see my post, 
Sniff, sniff. Is that smoke? I thought.  No, just dust on the heater after it's been off all summer.  The nights had begun to get nippy, as my dad use to say, and the heat had been due to come on. 
I lay there for a while, when suddenly Captain Fun jumped out of bed.
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